Bone in the Throat
It's 6 in the morning on Sunday and I'm finally getting home from a kick-ass blues party. It was a fantastic time and I had a lot of fun DJing my three hour set. The organizer had a Ray Charlies theme, so my set was "1 Degree of Seperation from Ray." It was all either songs done by Ray, artists that worked with Ray, or songs composed by Ray ... too much fun.But the unexpected fun came when I got back home and started reading the novel Bone in the Throat by Anthony Bourdain. His most famous book is Kitchen Confidential, a wonderful autobiographical expose of the restaurant world that exposed the public to some of the realities of restaurant life (never order fish on a Monday, never order mussels at a restaurant, etc). Bone is one of his previous novels and the gritty swagger of a restaurant cook infects the entire novel. Example of a passage that made me laugh out loud, when two chefs were discussing how someone was sneaking cream into the beurre blanc:
I love cooks."He's cranky today," said Tommy. "What's his problem?"
"What do you think?" said Ricky with a smirk.
"He's been riding my ass all day," said Tommy.
"We never should got him that book."
"No shit."
"It wasn't me," said Ricky. "It wasn't me that told him."
"About the beurre?"
"It wasn't me that ratted you out."
I know," said Tommy. "It's okay, man ... It was probably somebody on the floor. He wouldn't a' noticed himself. Stephanie considers herself some kinda gourmet lately ... She probably said something. Probably read something in the Wednesday food section, came in Thursday and tried to impress the chef with her vast knowledge ..."
"She impresses me with her vast posterior."
Tommy shrugged, took a last pull on his cigarette, and flicked it into the street. "Let his sauce break on him halfway through dinner service a couple of times ... He'll be right back at us to put a little cream in. He's just bustin' balls."
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